joyful and innocent spirit of falsehood,
drowning in a river silver
seek salvation in my thoughts.
scrambling in search of life,
you wonder how you will spend the day
another day without it flavor and color.
The gods have deprived you of the hands and fingers,
you have charmed snakes with their eyes,
as he struggles to regain possession of what was once yours.
Now you know, the protagonist of my worst nightmares,
not be able to leave,
from the dark prison of the unconscious.
The black and white movies waiting to be screened,
bring to mind those memories and dreams, hope
child of a thought.
Gods of wisdom and love,
you that your looks can all
give me back what belongs to me.
The human being wants what is hers,
wants his dreams, his hopes and desires,
denying claims the life of life.
